Title: The Hidden Child
Author: RiRiana
E-mail: WonderkinSmilehotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The Saga of Darren Shan is owned only by Darren Shan, himself.
Category: Romance/Action
Status: No Beta
A/N: This is my first Saga of Darren Shan FanFiction. Please enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Mystery
"Darren, I have told you, I will be fine," Mr.Crepsly said.
"You're sure?" Darren replied.
"Vampires do not mourn for their dead very long. I will miss her forever, but I can no longer show emotion over the matter of her death. What is most important right now, is concentrating on your training. You did bring down two vampaneze, but I can not let you get a big head over it," Mr.Crepsly hastily replied.
"Alright," Darren said, unsure of Mr.Crepsly's words. He had to trust that if Mr.Crepsly really wanted to talk about her, he would have said so.
X
A dark figure crept into the tunnel. The person fallowed the tunnel slowly and quietly; trying to prevent them self from tripping in the narrow natural cave. Clearly, the cave had not been used in years. They crept along, turned right, then left, then right again and slipped through a crack into a long empty corridor. The person walked as silently as possible and turned quickly through the door to the supply rooms. They knew exactly where to look. They found what they had been looking for, turned and left, returning to the tunnel from whence they came.
X
Darren had just left the Hall of Khledon Lurt and headed for the supply rooms to find Seba. He walked into a supply room and looked around for his ancient friend, only to find him rummaging through an old trunk. "Hello Seba," he said.
Seba jumped. He hadn't noticed Darren's presence. "You shocked me Darren. I was concentrating a little to hard, I think," Seba replied with a worried look.
"Is something wrong? What were you looking for?" Darren said, worried by the look that Seba gave him.
"No, no. Nothings wrong, Darren. I was just looking for something," Seba replied with a false grin.
"Seba, just tell me what happened. What were you looking for?" Darren said.
"Oh, alright. It looks as though sometime during the day, someone decided to come in and take a few unauthorized items." Seba said, twiddling his thumbs, clearly worried by the missing objects.
"I hope that you find whatever it is that is missing, Seba. I would help you look but I've got to go ask Paris a few things about my duties as a Prince," Darren said.
Seba smiled and bid him farewell.
X
Darren walked into the Hall of Princes and sat in the prince chair at the end. Paris, Arrow, and Mika all nodded to him in greeting. Darren whispered to Paris, "I've got to talk to you when we are done for the night." Paris nodded in response.
Darren would have gone back to his cell, but he was very bored and decided to stay in the meeting to hear what had been going on. Darren sat through a debate about the next action to take with the vampaneze when the guard generals brought in a tall person wearing a black cloak with a hood pulled up so their face was hidden. The guards brought the figure to the front and stood them before the Princes.
A guard spoke up, "This person was found hiding in a small natural cave by the storerooms. He won't talk and he won't pull down his hood."
"Who are you and what business do you have in Vampire Mountain?" Mika asked the hooded figure.
No reply.
"What business do you have in Vampire Mountain?" Mika asked more sternly.
No reply.
"Let me try Mika," Paris said softly. "Who are you and what business do you have with the clan of the vampires?" Paris said sternly, glaring into the black of the hood.
"I am a sole vampire. I act on my own. I came to Vampire Mountain in search of a friend." The figure replied, in an obviously faked deep voice.
"What friend do you seek?" Paris asked, more softly this time.
"I seek Arra Sails, for I have tried to find her through thoughts and have not been able to locate her," The figure replied, obviously straining to speak in a deep voice.
"Arra Sails has passed on to paradise. She is not here," Paris said.
"I know, her brain waves suddenly stopped. I realize what that means. I only came to recover her things," The hooded person replied in the deep, fake, monotone voice.
"Her belongings have been left with Larten Crepsly. Speak to him. Now, would you please reveal yourself? We have no reason to trust you if we do not know your identity," Paris said.
The figure stood, unmoving.
"I repeat, please reveal yourself," Paris said more firmly.
The figure still did not move.
"I will not say it again. If you do not, there is nothing that can keep me from sending you to the Hall of Death," Paris said very sternly.
The figure stood still for a moment before reluctantly lowering their hood and removing the cloak. Everyone in the hall let out small gasps of shock. Before the Princes stood a young teenage girl, who looked to be about 14 or 15 years old. She had long, dark hair, tied behind her back and wore a white shirt with beige pants. Darren gasped in surprise, and looked into the eyes of what appeared to be a replica of a young Arra Sails.
To Be Continued...
Chapter 1: The Mystery
"Darren, I have told you, I will be fine," Mr.Crepsly said.
"You're sure?" Darren replied.
"Vampires do not mourn for their dead very long. I will miss her forever, but I can no longer show emotion over the matter of her death. What is most important right now, is concentrating on your training. You did bring down two vampaneze, but I can not let you get a big head over it," Mr.Crepsly hastily replied.
"Alright," Darren said, unsure of Mr.Crepsly's words. He had to trust that if Mr.Crepsly really wanted to talk about her, he would have said so.
X
A dark figure crept into the tunnel. The person fallowed the tunnel slowly and quietly; trying to prevent them self from tripping in the narrow natural cave. Clearly, the cave had not been used in years. They crept along, turned right, then left, then right again and slipped through a crack into a long empty corridor. The person walked as silently as possible and turned quickly through the door to the supply rooms. They knew exactly where to look. They found what they had been looking for, turned and left, returning to the tunnel from whence they came.
X
Darren had just left the Hall of Khledon Lurt and headed for the supply rooms to find Seba. He walked into a supply room and looked around for his ancient friend, only to find him rummaging through an old trunk. "Hello Seba," he said.
Seba jumped. He hadn't noticed Darren's presence. "You shocked me Darren. I was concentrating a little to hard, I think," Seba replied with a worried look.
"Is something wrong? What were you looking for?" Darren said, worried by the look that Seba gave him.
"No, no. Nothings wrong, Darren. I was just looking for something," Seba replied with a false grin.
"Seba, just tell me what happened. What were you looking for?" Darren said.
"Oh, alright. It looks as though sometime during the day, someone decided to come in and take a few unauthorized items." Seba said, twiddling his thumbs, clearly worried by the missing objects.
"I hope that you find whatever it is that is missing, Seba. I would help you look but I've got to go ask Paris a few things about my duties as a Prince," Darren said.
Seba smiled and bid him farewell.
X
Darren walked into the Hall of Princes and sat in the prince chair at the end. Paris, Arrow, and Mika all nodded to him in greeting. Darren whispered to Paris, "I've got to talk to you when we are done for the night." Paris nodded in response.
Darren would have gone back to his cell, but he was very bored and decided to stay in the meeting to hear what had been going on. Darren sat through a debate about the next action to take with the vampaneze when the guard generals brought in a tall person wearing a black cloak with a hood pulled up so their face was hidden. The guards brought the figure to the front and stood them before the Princes.
A guard spoke up, "This person was found hiding in a small natural cave by the storerooms. He won't talk and he won't pull down his hood."
"Who are you and what business do you have in Vampire Mountain?" Mika asked the hooded figure.
No reply.
"What business do you have in Vampire Mountain?" Mika asked more sternly.
No reply.
"Let me try Mika," Paris said softly. "Who are you and what business do you have with the clan of the vampires?" Paris said sternly, glaring into the black of the hood.
"I am a sole vampire. I act on my own. I came to Vampire Mountain in search of a friend." The figure replied, in an obviously faked deep voice.
"What friend do you seek?" Paris asked, more softly this time.
"I seek Arra Sails, for I have tried to find her through thoughts and have not been able to locate her," The figure replied, obviously straining to speak in a deep voice.
"Arra Sails has passed on to paradise. She is not here," Paris said.
"I know, her brain waves suddenly stopped. I realize what that means. I only came to recover her things," The hooded person replied in the deep, fake, monotone voice.
"Her belongings have been left with Larten Crepsly. Speak to him. Now, would you please reveal yourself? We have no reason to trust you if we do not know your identity," Paris said.
The figure stood, unmoving.
"I repeat, please reveal yourself," Paris said more firmly.
The figure still did not move.
"I will not say it again. If you do not, there is nothing that can keep me from sending you to the Hall of Death," Paris said very sternly.
The figure stood still for a moment before reluctantly lowering their hood and removing the cloak. Everyone in the hall let out small gasps of shock. Before the Princes stood a young teenage girl, who looked to be about 14 or 15 years old. She had long, dark hair, tied behind her back and wore a white shirt with beige pants. Darren gasped in surprise, and looked into the eyes of what appeared to be a replica of a young Arra Sails.
To Be Continued...